Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.